6 oiili gR*— —— The Man on !the Box By HAROLD MacGRATH \ Author of ■' The Grey Cloak," "Tho Puppet Crowu." ■ ■ * Copyright, 1904, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. • CHAPTER Vl. — Continued. "I'll wager a dollar that Nan isn't doing that screaming. The Warbur ton's never cry out when they are frightened. Hang it!"—suddenly; "this street doesn't look familiar. I ought to have reached Scott Circle by this time. Ah. here's a broader street," —going lickety-clip into Ver mont. A glass went jingling to the pave ment. "Oho! Nancy will be jumping out •he nsxt thing. This will never do." He began to draw in. Hark! His trained trooper's ear heard other hoofs beating on the iron like surface of the pavement. Wor riedly he turned his head. Five blocks away there flashed under one of the arc-lights, only to disappear in the shadow again, two mounted policemen. "By George! it looks as if the girls 'twere going to have their fun too!" He laughed, but there was a nervous catch in his voice. He hadn't counted on any policeman taking part in the comedy. "Where the devil is Scott Circle, anyhow?"—fretfully. He tugged at the reins. "Best draw up at the next corner. I'll be hanged if I know where I am." He braced himself, sawed the reins, and presently the frightened and some what wearied horses slowed down to a trot. This he finally brought to a walk. One more pull, and they came to a stand. It would be hard to say which breathed the heaviest, the man or the horses. Warburton leaped TO V <3 "GOOD LORD!" from the box, opened the door and waited. He recognized the necessity of finishing the play before the mounted police arrived on the scene. The.-e was a commotion inside the carriage, then a woman in a crimson cloak stepped (no, jumped!) out. Mr. Robert threw his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "You . . . vile . . . wretch!" Warburton sprang back, his hands applied to his stinging face. "You drunken wretch, how dare you!" "Nan, it's only I—" he stammered. "Nan!" exclaimed the young wom an. as her companion joined her. The light from the corner disclosed the speaker's wrathful features, disdainful lips, palpitating nostrils, eyes darting terrible glances. "Nan! Do you think, ruffian, that you are driving serving maids?" "Good Lord!" Warburton stepped back speechless, benumber, terror back still farther; stepped back speechless benumbed, terror-struck. The woman he was gazing at was any body in the world but his sister Nan cy! CHAPTER VII. A POLICE AFFAIR. "Officers, arrest this fellow!" com manded the young woman. Her ges ture was Didoesque in its wrath. "That we will, rna'am!" cried one of the policemen, flinging himself from liis horse. "So it's you, me gay buck? Thirty days fer you. an' mebbe more. I didn't like jer looks from th' start. You're working some kind of a trick. What complaint, ma'am?" "Drunkenness and abduction," —rub- bing the burning spot on her cheek. "That'll be rather serious. Ye*ll have to appear against him In th' mornin', ma'am." "I certainly shall do so." She promptly gave her name, address and telephone number. "Bill, you drive th' ladies home an' I'll see this bucko to th' station. Here, you!"—to Warburton, who was still dumb with astonishment at the extra ordinary denouement to his innocent jo 1 e. "Git on that horse, an' lively, or, or I'll rap ye with th' club." "It's all a mistake, officer —" "Close yer face nnd git on that horse, Y' can tell tjr Judge all that In th' inornln". I ain't got no time t* listen IHII. r< port just as soon as ye b I- th' I till f■ s home. Now, off with y' Th' ludies'li he w.mtlne somethln' '' pjli t their nervfs. Git on that hoi-w, <n» uisi y fct uom. hustle!" Wurburtou mechanically climbed Info 'he saddle It never occurred to lilm to parley, to say that h«' couldn't ride a horse. Tho Inventive ce|U of his usually fer tile brain lay passive "Now." went on the officer, mounting his own nag, "will ye mo quietly? If ye don't I'll plug ye in th' leg with a chunk o' lead. I won't stan' no nonsense." "What nre you going to do with me?" asked Warburton, with a desper ate effort to collect his energies. "Lock ye up; mebbe throw a pall of water on that overheated cocoanut of yours." "But If you'll only !<-t me explain to you! It's all a joke; I got tho wrong carriage—" 'Marines, marines! IV ye think I was born yestiddy? Ye wanted th' ladies' sparklers, or I'm a doughhead." The police are the same all over the world; the original idea sticks to them, and truth in voice or presence is but a sign of deeper cunning and villainy. "Anyhow, ye can't turn around Washington like ye do in England, me cockney. Ye can't drive more'n a hun dred" miles an hour 011 these pave ments." "But, I tell you—" Warburton, real izing where his escapade was about to lead him, grew desperate. The ig nominy of it! He would be the laugh ing-stock of the town on the morrow. The papers would teem with it. "You'll find that you are making a great mis take. If you will only take me to — Scott Ciicle—" "Where ye have a pal with a gun, eh? Git ahead!" and the two made off toward the west. Once or twice the officer found him self admiring the easy seat of his prisoner; and if the horse had been anything but a trained animal, he would have worried some regarding the ultimate arrival at the third precinct. Half a dozen times Warburton was of a mind to make a bolt for it, but he did not dare trust the horse or his knowledge of the streets. He had al ready two counts against him, disor derly conduct and abduction, and he had no desire to add uselessly, a third, that of resisting an officer, which seems the greatest possible crime a man can commit and escape hanging. Oh, for a mettlesome nag! There would be no police-station for him, then. Police-station! Heavens, what should he do? His brother, his sister; their dismay, their shame; not count ing that he himself would be laughed at from one end of the continent to the other. What an ass he had made of himself! He wondered how much money it would take to clear himself and at the same moment recollected that he hadn't a cent in his clothes. A sweat of terror moistened his brow. "What are ye up to, anyway?" asked the policeman. "What kind of booze have ye been samplin'?" "I've nothing to say." "Ye speak clear enough. Fo much th' worse, if ye ain't drunk. Was ye crazy t' rid" like that? Ye might have killed ih' women an' had a bill of man slaughter brought against ye." "I have nothing to say; it is ail a mistake. I got the wrong number and the wrong carriage." ' Th' devil ye did. An' where was ye goin' to' drive th' other carriage at that thunderin' rate? It won't wash. His lionor'U be stone-deaf when ye tell him that. You're drunk or have been." "Not to-night." "Well, I'd give me night off t' know what ye were up to. Don't ye know nothin' abcut ordinances an' laws? An' I wouldn't mind ha\in' ye tell me why ye threw yer arms around th' lady an' kisse 1 her." —shrewdly. Warburton starled in his saddle. He had forgotten all about that part of the episode. His blood warmed sud denly and his cheeks burned. He had kissed her, kissed her soundly, too, the most radiantly beautiful woman in the world. Why, come to think of it, it was easily worth a night in jail. Yes, by George, he had kissed her, kissed that blooming cheek, and but for this policeman, would have forgot ten! Whatever happened to him, she wouldn't forget in a hurry. He laughed. The policeman gazed at him in pained surprise. "Well, ye seem t' take it good and hearty." "If you could only see the humor in it, my friend, you'd laugh, too." "Oh, I would, hey? All I got t' say is that yer nerve gits me. An' ye stand a pretty good show of bein' rounded up for more'n :J0 days, too. Well, ye've had yer joke; mebbe ye have th' price t' pay th' fiddler. Turrt here." The rest of the ride was in silence, Warburton gazing callously ahead and the officer watching him with a wary eye to observe any suggestive move ment. He couldn't make out this chap. There was something wrong, some deep-dyed villainy—of this he hadn't the slightest doubt. It was them high toned swells that was the craftiest an' most dariug. Handsome is that hand some doe's. A quarter of an hour later they arrived at the third precinct, where our jehu was registered for the night under the name of James Os borne. Me .was hustled Into a small cell and left to himself. He had kissed her! Glory of glories! He had pressed her to his very heart, besides. After all, they couldn't do an> thing serious to him. Th«'>- could not prove the charge of abduction. Ho stretched himself on the cot. smiled, arranged his legs comfortably, won dered what she was thinking of at this moment, and fell asleep. It was a sign of a fcood constitution nnd a decently white cons, fence. And thus the> found him in tin- morning. They touched his arm. and he awot e with a smile, the truew indication of a man's amiability. At flrsi he whs piiv.hd as he loo: . d blliikltitfly from Ids Jnl' rs to hi* sur roundings nml then hail at his Jutl er«. Then It nil retwritc | t » him mid he laughed No* tho I tw, 1* repre CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 19(6 d find upheld if felly Offi'eT pol h.-i n iri' ty In Instantly ruf fled by the nound of laughter from a prisoner; and Mr Robert was roughly fold to shut up, and that he'd u oon laut;h on the other wide of his mouth. "All right officer*, nil right; only make allowance* for a triati who fee* the funny able of thing*." Warbnrfon stood up and shook hlmi elf, and picked up hi* white h.tt. They eved him in telligently. In the morning light the young fellow didn't appear such a rascal. If wa* plainly evident, that, he ha 1 not been drunk the preceding night; for hi* eyes were not shot with red veins nor did his lips lack their usual healthy moisture. The officer who had taken him in charge, being a shrewd and trained observer, noted the white hands, soft and well-kept. He shook his head. "Look here, me lad. you're no groom, not by several years. Now, what th' devil was ye up to, anyway?" "I'm not. saying a word, sir," smiled Warburlon. "All I want to know is. am I to have any breakfast ? I shouldn't mind some peaches and cream or grapes to start with, and a small steak and coffee." "Ye wouldn't mind, hey?" mimicked the officer. "What d'ye think this place is, th' Metropolitan club? Ye'll have yer bacon an' coffee, an' be glad t' git it. They'll feed ye in the mess room. Come along." » Warburton took his time over the coffee and bacon. He wanted to think out a reasonable defense without un masking himself. He was think'ng how he could get word to me, too, The "duffer" might prove a friend in need. "Now where?" asked Warburton, wiping his mouth. "T' th' court. It'll go hard with ye if ye're handed over t' th' grand jury on th' charge of abduction. Ye'd bet ter make a clean breast of it. I'll speak a word for yer behavior." "Aren't you a little curious?" "It's a part of me business," —gruffly. "I'll have my say to the judge," said Warburton. "That's yer own affair. Come." Once outside, Warburton lost color and a large part of his nonchalance; for an open patrol stood at the curb. "Have I got to ride in that?" —dis- gustedly. "As true as life; an If ye make any disturbance, so mtt&h th' worse." Warburton climbed in, his face red with shame and anger. He tied his handkerchief around his chin and tilted his hat far down over his eyes. "Fraid of meetin' some of yer swell friends, hey? Ten t' one, yer a swell an' was rttnnin' away with th' wrong woman. Mind. I have an eye on ye " The patrol rumbled over-the asphalt on the way down-town. Warburton buried his face in his hands. Several times they passed a cigar-store, and his mouth watered for a good cigar, the taste of a clear Havana. He entered the police-court, not lack ing in curiosity. It was his first ex perience with this arm » of the civil law. He wasn't sure that he liked it. It wasn't an inviting place with its bare benches and its motley, tawdry throng. He was plumped into a seat between some ladies of irregular habit 3, and the stale odor of intoxi cants, mingling with cheap perfumery, took away the edge of his curiosity. "Hello, pretty boy; jag?" asked one of these faded beauties, in an under tone. She nudged him with her elbow. "No sweetheart," he replied, smil ing in spite of himself. "Ah gowan! Been pinching some one's wad?" "Nope!" "What are you here for, then?" "Having a good time without any body's consent. If you will listen, you will soon hear all about it." "Silence there, on the bench!" bawled the clerk, whacking the desk. ,? Say, Marie," whispered the woman to her nearest neighbor. "Here's a boy been selling his master's harness and got pinched." "But look at the sweet things coming in, will you! Ain't they swell, though?" whispered Marie, nodding a skinny, feather toward the door. Warburton glanced indifferently in the direction indicated, and received a shock. Two women—and both wore very heavy black veils. The smaller of the two inclined her body, and he was sure that her scrutiny was for him. He saw her say something irio the ear of the companion, and repeat it to one of the court lawyers. Tho law yer approached the desk, and in his turn whispered a few words into the judge's ear. The magistrate nodded. Warburton was conscious of a blush of shame. This was a nice position for any respectable woman to see him In! "James Osborne!" called the clerk. An officer beckoned to James, and he made his way to the prisoner' 3 box. His honor looked him over coldly. "Name?" "James Osborne." "Born here?" "No." "Say 'sir'." "No. sir." "Where were yon born?" "In New York State." "How old are you? And don't for get to nay 'sir' when you reply to my questions." "I am '.' B. sir." " Married V "No. sir." "Hew long have you been engaged as a a room?" "Not \ery long, sir." "flow long?" "I.ess than 24 hours, sir." Surprise rippled over the faces of the audience on the benches. "Humph! You are charged with di" ord rly conduct, reckless driving, ai.d attempted abduction The Ism cnaij.e hm l<e.*n withdrawn, fortunately for you, sir Haw you ever been ip be lorif "f'p, sir'" "A pris itter In a police-court..** "No, sir." "Twenty-five for reckless driving and ten for disorderly conduct; or ."0 'lays." "Your Honor, the horse* ran away." "Yes, urged by your whip." "I was not disorderly, sir." "The officer declares that yon had been drinking." "Your Honor, I pot the wrong car riage. My number was 17 and I nn swered to 71." He wondered if she would believe this statement. "I suppose that fully explains why you made a race-track of one of our CALLED FOR PEN AND INK. main thoroughfares?"—sarcastically. "You were on the wrong carriage to begin with." "All I can say, sir, is that it was a mistake." "The mistake came in when you left your carriage to get a drink. You broke the law right then. Well, if a man makes mistakes, he must pay for them, here or elsewhere. This mistake will cost you $35. "I haven't a penny in my clothes, sir." "Officer, lock him up, and keep him locked up till the fine is paid. I can not see my way to remit it. Not another word," —as Warburton started to protest. "Marie Johnson, Mabel Tyner, Belle Lisle!" cried the clerk. The two veiled ladies left tho '.ourt precipitately. James, having been ushered into a cell, hurriedly called for pen and ink and paper. At half after ten that morning the following note reached me: "Dear Chuck: Am in a devil of a scrape at tho police court. Tried to play a joke on the girls last night by dressing up in the groom's clothes. Got the wrong outfit, and was arrestad. Bring $35 and a suit of clothes the quickest ever. And, for mercy'.; sake, say nothing to any one, least of all tho folks. I have given the name cf Jame3 Osborne. Now, hustle. Bob." I hustled. fTo Be Continued.] Why Women Are Pretty. According to an English specialist who has made a careful study of the subject the reason why women are better looking than men is because they are more indolent and are not called upon to use their brains as much as men are. Hard intellectual work and assiduous attention to busi ness, he says, are harmful so far as physical beauty is concerned. As proof that his theory is correct he points to the Zaros. whose home is in British India. Among them women hold the place which in other countries is occu pied by men. The Zaro woman man ages the affairs of state, goes into bus iness on her own account, and does not wait for a proposal of marriage, but proposes herself; whereas the Zaro man has nothing to do but cook the meals and look after his children. The natural result, says tho scientist, is that the men of his singular tribe are very pretty and the woman are unusually plain. The ICoar Wiim Imiml i hie, Travelers from the United States, af ter a visit to England and the Con tinent, are usually willing to acknowl edge that there is a shrill quality in tlie voices of American women. The New York Tribune tells of a party of tourists who were on their way to visit a famous waterfall, when the power of American vocal organs was well illustrated. "We are nearly there now," the guide said at last, and with revived spirits the tourists pressed on. "How much farther, guide?" asked, a little later, a young man whose boots wore" tight. "Only a short distance, sir," was the answer. "As soon as the ladies stop talking you will hear the roar." lie Curved tlae llonnt. The wife of an army officer gave a dinner at Manila while her husband was soldiering in the Philippines. Her guests were most distinguished army officers, so she set the table herself, 1 tying tho cover* fop six. ami then pro eee led to the kitchen to give last In structions to her new Jan cook. "Do you think that you could caive this nicely "' she asked, indicating the roa.H'. which was about "lone. "Oh. j said the J iu. "Wry well then I guess you'd t»et t«>r do It In-fore it is brought on the talde " ' And whit what do yon ••link," she related aft'-'« >rd. "when «he me; t • mi e arrl*.*<t there v..m tiij beautiful rua i iut tip 'n .-ix bis chunks oiu for each of us.' City Journal. Yiung Di mm, They MI on the old poreh and wiilrhtfl Hip red moon climbing almvt the trees, "I»ve," whispered tho sentimental ] girl, "make* the world go round. ' "Yes, darling," whl.-ip"red the ardent. ; suitor, "but, bent ol all, It makes the arm go round." And even 'he frogs croaked their ap proval from the chilly swamp*. —Chi* cago Daily News. Spanking Might Do Good. The old-fushione I woman .said litt 0 , and spanked much; the woman of liio present time says much and spank? little. When we remember the spank ings we got when we were little wo | think to-day's woman is the better, but when wo see how noisy to-day's children are we wish we could have n.ore of the old-fashioned woman j around.—Atchison ,'Kan.) Globe. His Turn Now. Archie Feathertop— Miss Dora, has your father ever said anything about I ine? Dora Hope—He hasn't mentioned i your name, but I heard him asking | mamma the other day who that young fellow was that had been hanging : around hero lately, and —and whether she thought he had any object in j coming.—Chicago Tribune. Envoy Recluse. Viscount do Alte, the Portuguese en -1 voy at Washington, leads the life ->t j a recluse, and although credited to this i country four years, lie is known by : but few residents of the capital. He : rarely invites his colleagues in the ! corps to his iiome, and still more rare- I ly accepts their invitations. Indian Linguist. Johnny Milne, a Klckapoo linguist ! and philosopher, whose real name is I Mah - Me - Qua-Che-Ma-Che-Mah-Net, and who can speak ten languages, has been in Washington in the interest ot the Mexican branch of his tribe. He j is said to be the most accomplished | Indian linguist. As It Impressed Him. "What is reform?" asked the im pressive speaker. '"Well," answered Senator Sorghum, i"I don't know exactly what it is. Uut it's something we've all got to holler I for, whether we want it or not."— Washington Post. Rare English Coins. A collection of about 300 English ' crowns front the time of Edward VI. j to Victoria, was told in London re | cently. 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